User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-2246928-20150410161641/@comment-2246928-20150416044609

Grawn chuckled, nearly choking on his fish. "Just wait until you're old like me, mate. Then there'll be more than back pains plaguing you!"

He finished off his trout, licking his muzzle clean with a happy sigh as he glanced about the radiant greenery of the morning woodland, aflutter with windy foliage and rendered resplendent with bird song. The older badger went quiet for a moment, and then he smiled warmly.

"You see these colorsv Lonna...hear the music of the birds... smell the rich spice of the trees and dirt? ... Moments like these... This is why I travel."